Because I like to climb things and am a bit of a fool, I managed to fuck my shit up on Thursday. Update on whether I have broken or simply sprained something coming next week! Fascinating.

This walking around on crutches business is actually quite... what's the word... educational? On some level a nice wake-up call. Since getting back from Double Edge Theatre, after that surreal detour to NYC, I've been so lazy.

Watching Waking Life in a daze last night:

Which is the most universal human characteristic: fear, or laziness?

If we wanted we could argue that they are, on some level, the same thing, but whatever, not interesting right now. This end-of-summer, the monthish of mid-August to late-September I have not been trying very hard. I mostly was worrying and thinking about things that I would, in some nebulous future, put extreme effort towards.

Both my body and my mind were taking things for granted. And now I am taking a lot of interesting, challenging classes and have a BA project to bring into the world over the next six months or so. I've been cast as a witch in the Dean's Men production of Macbeth, which, thanks to Augie Praley, a director I'm excited to work with, will be very physically demanding. 

Right now, getting from one end of my apartment to the other is, well, kind of hard. But I think it may in some fucked up way be good for me to limit ease as an option.

I guess the point is, I was certainly the most cheerful person in the entire ER at midnight Thursday night.